One could only call it fortune entwined with misfortune.
Suddenly, one of the monks looked toward the mountain path.
Although the temple stood halfway up the mountain, clouds still wound around it like a jade sash. A figure strolled up with unhurried steps, carrying an air of composure that set him apart from the crowd.
"A visitor has arrived."
The two went to greet him, setting aside their earlier conversation. As they walked, they introduced the temple and led him inside.
The visitor was Bifang.
He had not expected to come across a temple here.
He listened to the two monks speak about the temple, their words revealing a few pieces of information as well.
He had entered this temple merely to learn what had happened in this Small Void Realm.
Yet he had never expected the clues to come crashing straight into him.
Perhaps his luck was at work, too.
The temple was not particularly large. Meditation rooms, woodsheds, and other quarters stood at the rear, while a courtyard lay in front. Beyond the courtyard, one could see the temple's golden Buddha statue.
Bifang was a cultivator.
The old monk who tended the temple could see that as well, and naturally did not insist that he embrace Buddhism or burn incense.
Although many cultivators followed the Buddhist path, there were others who practiced different arts.
"Such are the New Buddhas. Miluo calls himself a True Buddha. He was once a promising candidate for True Buddhahood from a great Buddhist sect, though he no longer mentions any of that."
The old monk had a very favorable impression of Bifang.
Bifang felt his luck had arrived. Some clues were being revealed through the mouths of the locals here.
Through their conversation, Bifang also gathered that this New Buddha was probably